I'm so weak I can't recall the phrase We buried beneath of the meme The echo that we train decaying Conditional, fictional We try to believe in the biblical Certainly so cynical controlling me We're so fake, plastic At dawn we sleep for maintenance Dust in place of the pretty parts We save to age less No technique abstract Old beliefs sustain us Blame the kneeling cause Every time you pray I run away Dance for me in a dream we Built to exploit all our enemies Smashed to pieces Bled to death we drink the leak Come and see the god without chains No mercy of consequence the audience craves All of our wrists, all of our veins Blocking our hearts from bleeding Stopping the drain